Sounds And Scenes I Like And Not Poem by Aniruddha Pathak

I like the silent sound of early dawn,
Not quite the dusk dashing in a hurry—
Before you say good bye, she's nigh but gone,
Dawns linger on amidst my dream's flurry.

I like rain that in measured rhythm falls,
Not which storms in with thunder and lightning,
Nor yet one in steady downpour unrolls,
Nor I like noisy that robs my dreaming.

Yet, let it furious sounds make from outside,
If they get filtered to be dull within,
Let sprinkles come in, give me a berth wide,
I hate to get drenched when not quite so keen.

A feast of sounds and scenes rains make post-rain—
Birds shaking off raindrops from wet feathers,
Sun peeping out, shining up the terrain,
But I like no perennial wet weathers.

The best music is made by mountain streams
In a hurry, chattering with the rocks:
‘Give me way, I'm getting late', in soft screams,
Good music's made by something that flow blocks.

Scenes of stagnant street water none can please,
Pleasant spell waters hurtling down the hill,
Or sounds from sea, monsoon robbing its bliss,
With tidal waves when sea lets loose his will.

I like the sounds of a mosque's prayer prime
Muffled by rains soothing its strident shrill,
And still loud enough to wake me in time,
Yet, some sounds test my sense of the civil.

I like feel of sound wafting from a far,
Beautiful when borne on the wings of wind,
As fishermen's singing with drum-beats are,
Yet, the world on a louder side is leaned.

But we city dwellers, poor accursed souls,
Few of nature's sounds do enter our life,
Ruled are we by sounds that in ears bore holes,
And having entered, cut thru like a knife.

Ergo, between the two I like a scene
Rather than sound for which I've no defence—
I can't stop harsh sounds from entering in,
But always can block sights to my eyes' lens.

Sure, I like silent sound of early dawn
That lingers tenderly on ere all gone.
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Musings | 05.07.18 |